Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Strange, Bizarre and Unusual

Did you ever have a day that felt like you were a character in the "Twilight Zone”(don’t start humming the song—please!).

Yesterday, was both strange, bizarre and unusual. Strange because it was a Wednesday and nothing “strange” ever happens on Wednesday —at least to me!

I have been in “hiding” to get some deadlines completed and one of my favorite places to do that is Panera (with free Internet access). So I bought a “muffie” (it’s the top of a muffin with half the calories), my “bowl” of cappuccino (the “cup” was big enough to swim in), and I settled down to write.

No sooner had I put my little fingers to the keyboard, when a gentleman leaned over and asked if he could borrow my cell phone because he left his at home! I’m sorry, but where are the pay phones? He had a Bible in his hand, so I trusted him.

Anyway, he called his wife and said, “Honey, I left my notebook on the kitchen table, can you bring it to me? I OWE you.”

Strange—huh?

He handed me back the cell phone and went to his table to “pray.”

I got back to work (sort of), and then there was the “cackler.” Normally, I’m drawn to the sound of laughter, but this was more like a high-pitched hyena-like sound. It continued non-stop, through the eating of my “muffie” and slurping of my cappuccino.

I wanted to run away, but I made a promise to myself: I wasn’t leaving until the “job” was done!

At 5:45 p.m. after much torture, I finished the article and hit the send button. I ran into a full parking lot (in the dark) to find my car. Twenty minutes later, I found my Buick, in the adjacent parking lot. I forgot my new method to prevent the “holiday battle of the bulge” was to park in the farthest parking lot for extra exercise.

Bizarre—huh?

Next stop…CVS Pharmacy. As soon as I stepped in the door, the alarm went off. Over the loudspeaker came the words, “Customer service needed in the men’s razor department.” I spent the next 25 minutes listening to the same message over and over again. I had one thing to get, but do you think I could remember it?

I kept repeating the word, “razor” to myself. Customers were mumbling to themselves, “Please turn that off!” Evidently, razors are under lock and key and one of the doors was ajar which sent the message blaring.

When I arrived at the checkout with my “one” item, the associate asked if there was something else I needed, and I blurted out, “Razors!”

The power of suggestion is real.

Next stop was the shoe store to buy a pair of black clogs, which I did in record time (five minutes).

When I got home, my hubby said, “Nice shoes…I love the color brown.” Of course, he works for the “Brown Company.”

I said, “No, they’re black.” That discussion went on for most of the night until the problem was solved this morning.

Yep, they’re brown. They will be returned tomorrow.

That's definitely not unusual!




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8 comments:

Lonely said...

Connie,

It sounds like you had a one of a kind day, how about an encore?

So Mark had it right for the color of the shoes, see, you should listen to "Your Man!"

Have a great day.

May God's Angels Surround You,

Terry

Sandy said...

Hi Connie, it is Sandy from Pittsburg--you know, Ron's wife, Sheryl's friend. Just to trigger your "over-active" mind. It just never stops. That is why you are up writting late into the night.

Anyway, I did not know about the "muffie". I'll be ordering that when I go to Panera. That is the best part of the muffin.

Isn't it strange how people can ask to "borrow" your phone, but be insensitive to people around them. All about "themselves".

Color of shoes? What about colors of shirts? Blue, azure, etc. Need I say more. Ron and I do a lot of "discussion" on color of cloths and shoes.

Hope the exchange was not too eventful!

Connie Pombo said...

I think the next book I write should be "The Tales of Connie's Travels."

The shoes are going back today; I only have two colors in my closet: pink and black.

I offered them to Mark, but they're about six sizes too small; I married BIG FOOT!

Blessings to you Terry!

Connie Pombo said...

Sandy!!!

Imagine meeting you here? Yes, I was up late last night. This is my writing month (before speaking starts up again in January), but thankfully I can sleep in if I allow myself that luxury.

I'll have to hop on over to your blog...

HUGS!

Susan Skitt said...

Oh my Connie, I've been having one of those weeks... no make it months as far as the strange.

Oh and Jim and I go back and forth too on what color a certain item is - lol!

Tracy Ruckman said...

You crack me up!!! I think this has to be one of the funniest articles I've ever read!!

But we're gonna have to have a talk about the meaning of the words "in hiding." Panera - the public - doesn't even enter the picture. :-)

Connie Pombo said...

Hey Susan,

I think my feet keeping growing and I'm getting color blind (is that possible?).

Anyway, my clogs are the most important shoes I own; they carry me through airport terminals!

HUGS!

Connie Pombo said...

Tracy,

Oh, I've got more stories (lots and lots of them!).

I escape my office at home to run away from the phone, fax, and e-mail. At Panera, I'm only allowed to look up informaton on the Internet (another promise to myself). But Wednesday was a different kind of distration. : )

HUGS!